28 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 033 I know and sunk before

I know and sunk before my vain despair and knelt, to my own desolation, for fear of the end
day by day, the waters lap the sands away

Inaccessible winds, they do blow and felt, like spring blossoms,
with winter fade and die

one by one, returning where my walk begun

28 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

07/28 Brussels Belgium

We headed into Gent to be part of its annual festival.  I, like a honeybee, danced from flower to flower collecting smiles, memorable fragrances.  The next day started off with the similar ritual of walking into Brugge’s main square for a cup of coffee, this time before we jumped a train into Brussels.  We trekked about the old section of the city and checked out the local sites.  Muscles in Brussels and beers, muscles in Brussels and beers.  (more…)